The beginning of the composition about rain is twenty or thirty words
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If the ancient poem is the tree, the rainwater is the sweet source of the tree. When we appreciate poetry, rain is worth pondering. The sweet rain brewed by the rain can be heard and seen. There is rain in sadness, rain in joy, rain in gain, rain in loss, rain in warmth and rain in cold, love and hate, love and sorrow...
Throughout the year, day and night, the everlasting pattering and ticking create magical notes that awaken the vitality of nature, bestowing gifts on all things and lively in the world. At the beginning of early spring, the lovely light rain falls: "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close." Such drizzle, which is light and dusty but does not wet clothes, gives birth to the color of grass, which is fine, moist and moist. Soft and smooth, it creates a beautiful poetic and picturesque feeling. "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen." Good rain is good rain! When all things sprout and need her, she will float there and "sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." The spring rain intended to moisturize things comes quietly at night when it does not hinder people's work. This is what makes people happy. The character of spring rain; after dusk, the grass and trees are growing day by day, walking along the green water and green mountains, the clouds suddenly rise, the tail of the dragonfly is low, the summer rain brings the eye-catching "the wind turns the lotus leaf cup and pours the dew, the rain washes the pomegranate color" "More red", watching from a distance the village girl picking water chestnuts to make an umbrella, the drunken shepherd boy holding the pine tree, and laughing and looking at the Changhong lying beside the stream, it is still an ink painting of a farmer playing in the rain, which makes people linger endlessly; "Autumn rain shakes the dust, The new coolness clears away the heat, and the clouds are beginning to clear up." Autumn rains bring new coolness, and the flowers become thinner and the leaves turn yellow while sighing. The winter rains are not reserved. "How many springs and autumns in life can you keep a winter, how can you stop the charming east wind, A few rhododendrons are embellished in the rain."...
When rain enters poetry, it becomes spiritual. The continuous rain is like sitting in meditation talking to oneself, listening to the sound of rain, like singing or crying. Rain understands people's wishes and unifies their customs: "The young man listens to the rain singing upstairs, and the tents are dimmed by red candles. The mature man listens to the rain in the guest boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the monk's house, there are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows. "It's always ruthless, one step at a time, every drop of rain till dawn", these strands of rain tell a lot of life's insights; "Last night the rain was drenched and the wind was blowing, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the residual wine. I looked at the person behind the curtain, but I knew that the begonias were still there. Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin." The rain in the wind and rain can also express the instant throbbing of the soul; "The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is sleeping while listening to the rain." Can the sound of the rain make you ignore it? What about the endless strife in the world? When rain enters poetry, there is emotion. "The fish come out in the drizzle, and the swallows slant in the gentle breeze." The drizzle at that time was pleasant and gentle; "The cold rain came into the Wu River at night, and I saw off my guests in the early morning." The sadness of the cold rain at this moment was low; "The apricot blossoms are wet with clothes." "Rain, the willow wind does not blow cold on my face." This rain is leisurely and leisurely. Have you ever experienced the rain state described in various poems?
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With a few sounds of exhaustion, summer left with a bang, but I didn’t expect that autumn would fall from the raindrops - even though the raindrops were lingering and gentle. . I thought that the breeze would bring autumn to me, so I could walk in the wind and kiss autumn, but a rain extinguished the flame of hope in my heart.
The rainy season in autumn is depression and loneliness, just like my rainy season, it comes unexpectedly.
There are no more poems in the life of the third grade of junior high school, and the sky of the third grade of junior high school is only low. The fantasy of the flower season was all wiped out by the third grade of junior high school. So I fell in love with the maturity of autumn and the passion of rain.
In the evening, the rain fell in front of the window again. The dark room and humid air suffocated me. The sky couldn't tolerate rain, so it came to the earth and became an angel in the world. However, it made me confused... I opened the curtains and wanted to see the misty scenery, but the rain blocked my sight, so I Can't see the distance. The tears that were about to come out poured out at this moment. Just like the rain outside the window, I don’t know when it will end.
As the curtain falls, its black claws cover the earth. The rain outside the window is still falling, and it is a dissonant song. The sky was like black silk, and it was horribly hazy. It seemed like I was the only one left in the vast world. Fear, loneliness, and confusion were spreading in the air. Is the rain crying for me? If so, it will be a black elegy...
Open the diary of my childhood and slowly touch the marks on the paper with my hand. The past that was originally full of childlike interest has now become... I feel sad, those lost memories, like rain, water, smoke and dreams, are gone forever. I don’t know when the seeds of loss have been buried deep in my heart. After being watered by the rain, melancholy has broken out of joints, and confusion has grown crazily.
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When I woke up, the rain had stopped, the autumn sun was smiling in the sky, and the sparrows outside the window were also cheering for the refreshing feeling after the rain.
Everything is beautiful. Including my mood.
I suddenly realized that it was the rain that gave birth to the rainbow, and it was the rain that gave birth to new life. The rainy season in autumn, my rainy season, is just a prologue, or in other words, an interlude.
Thank you to the rain for giving me a spiritual baptism. From now on, I will no longer hesitate or wander...
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Gentle Rain
Autumn in Jiangnan feels the same as summer - green trees safflower. There isn't much rain in autumn, and even if it does, it only rains in time and doesn't last long. Maybe I like rain too much. I always want to see rain in autumn. This day is finally what I've been waiting for.
The clouds in the sky were very impatient. They all gathered together and covered the entire sky. The sky started to get dark and gloomy, which made people's mood suddenly drop to the lowest level. Then, bunches of rain fell from the sky, falling on ponds, ancient roads, and roofs. The rain jumped playfully on people's heads, and people on the road had to use books or other objects to block the sudden rain. They must be thinking: This rain is so naughty! No matter how much rain there is, they are still wanton and wanton. Rain falls on a special kind of house in Jiangnan - this kind of house has a triangular roof, which allows rainwater to flow downward smoothly. Sure enough, the raindrops slid down smoothly and made a clear and loud "pop" sound. There is also a landscape under the eaves. The rain flows down smoothly, forming a rain curtain. Like the Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain, but not as turbulent as it, the rain curtain is gentle; the rain washes down the leaves, like a painting full of stars, but not limited to one frame like it, the rain curtain is Changing; the falling sound makes the rain sound like a musical fountain, but it does not have a loud sound, it only has a leisurely sound... The rain continued to fall, and I went upstairs. I was shocked, and the whole city was filled with the sound of rain. The smoke is like being in a peach blossom garden! There is smoke in the alley, which is hazy and blinding; there is smoke on the roof, which is misty and lingering; there is smoke in the church, which is accompanied by the loud ancient bells and spreads to all places... Suddenly I understand why I just said I never imagined that there would be such a scene, and it turned out that I was also in it. It can be said that I am "a fan of the authorities"!
After a while, the rain stopped, the smoke also cleared, and the golden glow dyed the surroundings. The gentle feeling just now lingered and became stronger!
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The violent rain
If you think of the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you only think of the lingering and heartbreaking words written above, then you are wrong. Yes, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is also very scary when it rains violently!
Generally speaking, typhoons in summer often attack the Jiangnan coast. Typhoons rarely hit us here directly, but they are also affected by heavy rains.
Before it rains, dark clouds will gather together and press down together, making the weather very hot and sultry, making people restless. Then, it all burst out, all pouring out, and then the wind followed, and the next thing you heard was the sound of the window closing. But outside the window, it didn't quiet down either, and it fell with a "plop-plop-plop" sound. The big trees were swaying under the strong wind and the whipping of the heavy rain, the leaves were flying, and the rain really showed its power! The rain was so powerful that it made the sand on the ground jump. The water in the ditch suddenly rose up, and people quickly hid in their homes. Generally, you can't just find a shelter to hide during the moderate rain. The raging rain can make you soaked all over in a few seconds. . You can't see outside at home. Not only is it blocked by glass, but the bigger obstacle is the heavy rain, which makes everything in front of you blurry. I only know that without knowing it, some trees are already bare, leaves and debris are everywhere, and there are even people repairing the roof...
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The four seasons of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, are constantly alternating and changing. And the rain also changes accordingly. In spring, I am gentle; in summer, I am irritable. The wind roared and roared, and I beat everything on the earth mercilessly; in autumn, I was cold; in winter, I was even colder. This is me, moody me.
I still remember when I was a child, I was lucky. Because I grew up smiling in the swaddling clothes of Baiyun.
At that time, I was cute and innocent...not as violent as I am now. Some people may ask, why have I changed and become no longer so gentle and cute? If the earth hadn't needed rain and water, maybe I would still be nestling in the swaddling clothes of white clouds and smiling sweetly. I slapped and roared at everything on the earth. I'm not convinced. Why do you let me leave Baiyun, my safe haven? That's why. Ridiculous.
Because of my arrival, people's moods became complicated. This summer, the temperature is extremely high. After so long, the temperature has risen instead of falling. When I came, the temperature slowly dropped, so people became happy. However, my arrival flooded many places, causing floods and making many people homeless. So people became resentful again. After every time I get angry, I feel guilty. After all, it's because I'm causing them no peace. Sometimes I also think, why can't I let the flowers bloom and the grass turn green like in spring? In spring, they always say, "Spring rain is as precious as oil." Are they praising me? If I am as gentle in summer as I am in spring, will they stop resenting me? Because of my anger, frequent floods occurred this year. I know this is wrong, but I can't change my temper. I have been like this for hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years.
One day, I heard someone say to me: "Rain, rain, please make it rain harder. I like to watch the rain, and I like rainy days." I saw the girl leaving the boy next to her, alone Walk out into the rain. Then she cried. Her face was covered with water, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears... She said in her heart: "Rain. Thank you." I understood that she didn't want others to know that she was crying, so she came here to get wet in the rain. . Seeing this scene, I was no longer furious and gradually stopped.
That’s me, the irritable rain. Regardless of whether others like it or not, I still go my own way. Because of summer, I am always violent and moody. I am no longer like spring, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." Dear people, please forgive me for my willfulness.
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It rained too much today! It's so big that it's almost indescribable.
When I was in composition class in the afternoon, I looked at the sky and saw the sun escaping in the dark clouds. After a while, the sky was covered with dark clouds, like many leaves gathered together. After a while it started to rain lightly. "Pitter patter, patter patter" Chang'e seemed to be crying.
After we finished class, I looked up and saw it was raining lightly. "Tap-tat-tat" I seemed to hear God crying, as if someone had stolen his belongings.
We have finished school, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, with lightning and thunder, and the thunder and lightning cooperate to form a downpour. Thunder Gong used his loudest voice and roared "Rumble, Rumble", where is the Lightning Mother? Mother Dian used her golden gong to make a sound of "Kacha! Kacha!" On the road, the tall ash trees swayed their hair in the heavy rain and were blown around by the wind. Pedestrians on the road wore raincoats and walked through the wind and rain.
After a few hours, the sky was clear and clear. Father-in-law Sun smiled again, and seven colorful strips - a rainbow - appeared in the sky.
This is the rain scene in summer!